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Racism ~ (in the mind of a child)

Racism ~ (in the mind of a child)

With deep affection
And deeper still
Her recollection,
Those schoolyard sounds
Boys chasing girls
Round and round
Her nose firmly pressed
To the schoolroom's glass
Watching them have fun
As she paid her penance
For what? was unknown
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After the final bell
Children ran for their buses
But she stayed behind
Wondering why
This too, was unknown
To her
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In the quiet of the room
She gathered her courage
She stood and asked
What had she done wrong,
"Nothing young lady
It's just that
Your skin is too brown!"
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Finally,
On her long walk home
She figured it out
It wasn't her
It was them,
For this was her home
And all the white people
Were simply
In the wrong town....

Tony Taylor

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Jason Brown

It wasn't her
It was them,

Indeed.

J ;)

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Tony Taylor

Amen!!..,,,thanx JASON!!...... Kings to you!!......T xo ?✳✴☀?

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Gayle McMillan

Oh- this really reached down and grabbed this white girl's attention. I can't even begin to understand, what it's like to be judged by the color of your skin. You did a powerful and effective job of using the innocence of a child to reveal the injustice of racism. Beautiful, masterful, brilliant!

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Tony Taylor

Cool!! Thanx GAYLE!!...... what a great comment and I thank you for the smile you put on my face this morning!!..... great way to start the day!!.....thanx again my dear poet sister!!....smiles....T xo ?✳✴☀♥?

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lodigiana

Hi Tony....I have such a deep loathing of Racism that its sometimes hard to keep that within bounds when writing. My mother was an immigrant and suffered terrible verbal abuse- but she was my hero as she rose above it and shamed those small minded people..just perfect using the mind of a child to express things with simple , straightforward clarity...great write  Tony!! 
Lodigiana xx

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Tony Taylor

Hey LODIGIANA!!.....so sorry to hear about your mother's abuse but happy to hear she handled it well......as a mulatto child I lived this reality...... and I found it easy to write ......although sad subject matter.....I am glad for the experience..... it helped me become who I am now......I like myself now...... back then I thought something was wrong with me...... funny how things work out!!......thanx for this LODIGIANA!!.......T xo ?✳✴☀♥?

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BookWorm

Powerful piece. Perfectly written!

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Larry Ran

My Dear Brother Poet Tony,

The color of her light brown face
Exposed her to a hate of race
So young and fair, with a tinge of dark
She learned so early, that life was stark

.
When she asked her teacher, what wrong she'd done
Why she could not join in all the fun
He answered with a flustered frown
"Because you're skins' not white, it's dirty brown

.
Sullenly, as she walked alone
It dawned on her, this "WAS" her home!
And the white kids with the attitudes
Were really the ones so darkly hued

.
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx

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Tony Taylor

Wow LARRY!!..... there's certainly no doubting that you completely knew where I was coming from with this one...... and a great poem from you as well my friend....., were you able to do that just off of the top of your head quickly?...... regardless, I do SO appreciate it !!......Kings to you brother poet!!........ smiles.......T xo ?☀✴✴♥?✳
Amazing that you can do that!!

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Larry Ran

My Dear Brother Tony,

The thought of that beautiful young girl being discriminated against, angered me greatly, her innocence exuding from her photograph.  To think that there still exists such bias in the world, is disgusting.  As for your question about how long it takes me, I peruse your words, letting them guide my thoughts.  Then, a poem starts to take form, and I slowly fill in the lines, normally taking twenty to thirty minutes.

Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx

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